Art is never finished only abandoned
Leonardo Da Vinci
I miss the days of finding beauty all around, like a fallen leaf in the shape of my heart.
I miss the days when light felt like it seeped in from another world, soft and pure.
I miss the days when the colours of the Autumn leaves felt like a painting, and my camera was the brush needed to capture it.
Most of all I miss the days of creating images I was the only one to see.
How about you dear friend, what are you missing?
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I don’t miss much of my youth…it was a hard time. What was good was my freedom to explore nature which I have continued all my life. 🙂
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Yes, I seem to have the same experience and my love for nature has never subsided. Thank you for your visit here Francine
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Beautiful! Missing my childhood days and the innocence of it.
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Thank you very much Many Adams, yes I do miss the innocence of childhood days, so true.
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I miss my childhood and friends. I miss the small street I used to play. I miss the sand and rocks I used to touch.
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Ohhh, now that I think of it I miss those too, I wish there was a way for everyone to be able to re-visit those places and times. (((Hugs)))
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I miss being confident that good outweighed bad.
I miss being able to rely on my body (despite me disparaging the way it looks).
I miss Vision and Verb.
But
I am grateful for the beauty in the world, and for the kindred souls I have found in the blogosphere.
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I guess because we live in a two dimensional world good and bad are about equals, sadly. We just have to be mindful of which lenses we put on to see our world.
I also miss vision and Verb, a lot and I am so grateful for blogosphere friends like you ❤
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